A few nights ago I snuggled down into my favorite comfy chair, exhaled slowly, and moaned, "I hate this." I lamented to my husband that while I'm exhilarated and excited about standing up for my convictions and my beliefs, I'm overwhelmed with the responsibilities and repercussions that come with it. About five years ago I… Continue reading The Silent Scream of a Southern Feminist
When grief takes on the form of a gnawing ache, rather than a sharp, stabbing pain.
Dear Mom, Yesterday you would be 58 years old. Yesterday I'd have called you first thing in the morning, trying to be one of the first people to sing you, "Happy Birthday". Your granddaughter and son-in-law would have joined us. You'd have laughed and thanked us. Yesterday I'd have taken you out to eat at… Continue reading I Have To Write Something For Her Birthday